Buddhism

  • Ash and Light

    Dependently coarising: body and mind. Independently falling apart: two halves of a coconut roll away from each other. The machete hovers and withdraws. The match burned out. Or did the flame burn through the match? What is left? Everything, some as light (some as ash) across the universe. previously published in Tulane Review, 3/24/15, and…

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  • Buddhist Poetry Review, RIP

    Sad to see the Buddhist Poetry Review go dark. Here is one of my poems that had been published there. It’s Emily Johns’s favorite, which we often use in our Work That Reconnects workshops. Note, the text works much better on a tablet, or with a bigger screen’s window fairly narrow, for the formatting’s sake.…

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  • Post-Catholic Midrashim

    Awed by Rick Benjamin’s read of my chapbook: You have to start with the title of Karina Lutz’s new collection: as if you’ve just happened upon a small group of rabbis engaged in a deep conversation about the Catholic mass.  Always open to interpretation, on the one hand; closed dogma on the other.  Past this…

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  • Missing in action

    “Missing in action” is a hybrid creative nonfiction/poem about douc langurs, primates of Southeast Asia, and how they survived extinction, so far, by hiding in the jungle like, um, guerrillas. The poem was just published in Miracle Monocle: https://louisville.edu/miraclemonocle/issue-12/karina-lutz Narrow your computer screen for best formatting, or read on a reader or tablet. The online photo…

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  • Ash and light

    Dependently co-arising: body and mind. Independently falling apart: two halves of a coconut roll away from each other. The machete hovers and withdraws. The match burned out. Or did the flame burn through the match? What is left? Everything, some as light (some as ash) across the universe.   (First published in Tulane Review (Spring…

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  • O! Delusion!

    O! Delusion! You beauty. Prism’s rainbow of the one light. Refracted image in water. Bevel of mirror. Go ahead, frustrate our meaning-making. Fire up my mythopoesis. Separate us from our loves, then annihilate our selves. Take us all the way. Irony is no great pointer, yet judicious questions invite delicious answers.

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